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When the Applause Rises

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There are some songs you don’t just perform. You survive them. 掌聲響起 is one of those songs for me. Every time I hear the opening lines — standing alone on a stage, listening to the applause — my chest tightens. Not because of nerves, but because of memory. This song isn’t about fame. It’s about endurance. About what it costs to stay standing long enough for the applause to come. Image: Sparring-Johnny, wearing black gloves and shirt, stands with eyes closed, concentrating. Two men in the background practice boxing in a gym setting. [ ] As a blind and partially deaf musician, a martial arts champion, an athlete, and now a professional artist sharing work on the world stage, applause has never been something I expected. It’s something that arrived only after countless failures, endless waiting, and years of telling myself one simple thing: 忍耐 — endure. When the crowd claps, the words that echo in my mind are always the same: 經過多少失敗,經過多少等待,告訴自己要忍耐 How many failure...

酒干倘卖无 — Singing the Weight of Goodbye

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I recently performed 《酒干倘卖无》, a song that has followed me for most of my life — whether I wanted it to or not. The video is embedded below, but before you press play, I want to talk about why this song still hurts, still matters, and still sits heavy in my chest every single time I sing it. Because this isn’t just a song. It’s a warning. It’s a guilt trip. It’s a love letter written too late. The Story Behind the Song 《酒干倘卖无》 comes from the 1983 Taiwanese film 《搭错车》 (Papa, Can You Hear Me Sing?), and its story is devastating in its quiet cruelty. The film tells the story of a mute, impoverished man who survives by collecting and selling empty bottles for recycling. One day, he finds an abandoned baby girl and raises her as his own. He cannot speak, but he understands the world deeply. He cannot express love with words, so he gives everything he has — his body, his labor, his dignity, his life. As they walk the streets together collecting bottles, a familiar call echoes throu...